Embedded with color are the hills.
The golden shrubs,
Touched by light,
Color still seen,
Even by night.

Embedded with color are the trees.
The chloroplastic green,
Processing sun
The Growing Greatness.
It's a splendorous sight.
Even at night.

Embedded with color you and me are.
The pale pink,
Of our first love.
Blossoming from the stem,
Dawns our first fight.
May we see… Another night?

A meal in the morning is made to sustain till noon.
A meal at noon keeps dinner in tune.
The schedule is precise with each meal separated,
By the ticks and tocks of a internal clock.

Yet here the feast has begun.
Too soon for lunch, too late for breakfast, yet just in time to spoil the dinner,
Just as the apple spoiled the dawn of man.

And here my feast has begun.
My insatiable heart, attacks my mind,
Images of what is and what could be make me blind.
The prospect of another taste, spoiling the old bond.
The place where a feast had been done.

The budding plates wisked into my thoughts,
I remind myself,
She's the only one.

The ravenous grass overwhelms the sun's beaming rays,
Slowly spreading its cold touch across my limbs.
Its tendrils gouge deep into my veins,
Numbing my thoughts.

The hungry roots, pull me into the earth,
As green blades tickle my nose.
Slowly fading is my reality,
Until it's all but consumed.
Displaced among the roots,
I’m lured to an isolated realm,
Where only my feelings roam.

Every few seconds I forget to breath in,
Breath out,
The beat of my silent heart rings in my ears,
My lungs screaming for something more.
One thought passes my failing mind.
What have I become?

I stare in search of answers,
Past the abyssal walls that hold me,
Past my body.
The last pulse rings.
The chest cavity is pierced by a pressing sadness,
Its blade draining me of all life.

Now I lay a hollow vessel.
Cleaned of all humanity,
Waiting for the next soul to fill me.
Longing for the next lover to touch me.

One thought passes my jealous mind.
I am alone.